Chloe Lede Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Quirky bit—love their spiky fins, proper punk rockers of the sea. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear they wink at ya—cheeky sods! Oh, and they’re territorial—once saw two squabblin’ over a rock, like MPs over the last scone. “Where was I?”—lost me train o’ thought, classic Boris! Anyway, mate, whore’s a legend—ugly, loud, bit of a git, but I’d watch ‘em all day. *Memento* style—backwards, forwards, still a bloody riot! Whaddya reckon?

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Other times, I get mad at the local noise – honks, chatter, always somethin' buzzin' around. But then a kind smile or a friendly "hey, how you doin'?" reminds me why Lede (be) rocks. The markets on Rue du Bonheur are full of life; smells of fresh bread, local cheese – that’s comfort food for my soul.

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